The Danes have this awesome word.  Hygge.  It’s pronounced “hugh” (as in Hugh Grant) – “guh”.  And hygge, is something or some situation that makes you happy or comfortable, hot cocoa after a cold hike, thick socks in the evening before bed and ANY kind of snuggly blanket.  That warm belly after a few sips of wine.  An afternoon with family.  Or friends.  Or even Hugh Grant if he does it for you.

But in our house, come October, our hygge has an on/off switch.

When we bought our house here in Albuquerque, I remember being disappointed seeing a gas fireplace in the family room.  A Montana girl, I though heat came from the firewood I had corded myself (albeit, under duress and with my father measuring my work before I was able to go back out and play).  A gas fireplace wouldn’t afford me the smell, the crackle, or the dancing flame we call God’s TV.  There’s no….work involved!  You just flip a switch and you have heat.  Wait….what was that?  All I have to do is flip a switch to have heat in my family room?!  Sold!

Bunnies are definitely hygge.

So I’m a convert.  Where I’m going with this is…if you have a gas fireplace, make sure you use the blower.  If you are a home improvement-TV junkie you’ve probably seen designers uncover the big reveal and the new family room or master bedroom has a pretty gas fireplace with flames flickering over colored glass beads.  What they often fail to mention is that $6000 accent piece (because it’s never the $700 option from Lowe’s) might come with a device designed to turn your heater into a much more efficient machine.

Since it’s autumn here in the Land of Enchantment, I’ll finish with what I think represents New Mexico hygge.

Sopapillas. Especially immediately after some potent green chile.

Seeing these.

Fall colors in the Rio Grande bosque. Time to get out your scarves.